This morning’s first reading was from Exodus 16, the story of the manna from Heaven. And as I was sitting in mass listening to our priest’s homily, he pointed out that God didn’t provide the Israelites with a year’s worth of food, He instructed them to gather their daily provision. He would be with them each day of their journey to provide what they needed. And it struck me, isn’t that a better way? Wouldn’t I rather have God with us each and every day on this journey, than give me what I need for a year and then say, “see you later, I’ll be back when you run out.” I would rather have a God who surprises me each day with His providence and care.
Tomorrow is Mark’s first day of classes as an M1. It’s been a long journey getting here, and this is just the beginning. Our life has changed dramatically in the past two months since he was accepted to Wayne State. I quit my teaching job. We moved to a bigger place right outside of Detroit. My 92 year old grandmother moved in with us. Gianna has learned to crawl and pull herself up. We’ve taken on thousands and thousands of dollars in loans. Some days I struggle to remember that God provides. I freak out about the loans, about how we’re going to live, about this big scary thing they call medical school and if I’ll ever see my husband. But then we go to mass, and He reminds me that He is with us. That He provides, that He blesses us each day. And I am beyond grateful to be on this journey with Him.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene- one step enough for me. – John Henry Newman